Phil P.O.V.
My head was pounding and my neck ached. As I started to move, I realised that I must've slept on the floor with my back against the wall, but I had no recollection of drifting off.
I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water, the hands on the clock telling me it was little over 3am. I wasn't sure how long I was sleeping but I craved for more, throwing myself down on the sofa and curled up, my arm under my head.
My thoughts kept going to Dan but I tried to keep my focus on my breathing, feeling too tired to feel more emotions.
He's gone.
He left.
My soul mate.
My Danosaur.
Gone.
And before I knew it, I was clutching a cushion to my chest and crying again.
Stop acting like he's dead, Phil.
I wondered where he was right now and if he was with PJ and why I hadn't heard from Chris yet, but then I remembered the time of the morning and settled on the idea that he would probably be asleep.
Eventually my breaths deepened and I was taken to safety of a dreamless sleep.
* * *
I woke again seven hours later but without anything to do, the day dragged. So did the next, and the next.
Everything reminded me of Dan or brought back a memory, but instead of smiling at them like I usually would, it made the gap in my life bigger and I missed him more with every passing second.
I didn't bother talking to people because I knew they would just tell me to move on, but that was easier said than done when you were completely in love with someone. The wounds were still fresh and I was no where near ready, and all I wanted was Dan back.
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You're The Straw To My Berry (Phan)
FanfictionPart 1 of the infamous series. Feelings appear. Sparks fly. Love rises. Problems occur. Please note: This story is now very old (7 years old in 2020) and I'd like to think my writing has improved since then! There are a bunch of cringey parts and...